OSA Reimeiki

Random chain stories about random teens in a super random old school. 96% fiction! Because we want to take a break from studying all the time.

Hey! I resent what you have done to my character! D:<

Night falls, with the sky turning into a shade of dark indigo. Making their way past the magnificent front garden, Diya and Anna reach the edge of a moat as deep as my pile of homework will no doubt be in Grade 11. Emily soon catches up, followed by a sputtering Maria, who is gasping for breath. Hot on their heels, Nicole turns around and calls out, "Come on, Catherine! You're lagging behind!"


Shaking her head to clear her mind of all these theories about Diya, Catherine hurries to catch up to the group.
She brushes past Jessica, who is still staring at the grand portcullis in awe.


"Come on, honey bunny, we're getting left behind," John gently coos into Jessica's ear, grabbing her hand and pulling to rejoin the group at the edge of the moat.


"Uhh guys, how are we going to get into the castle? Even if we cross this moat, there's no way we'll be able to open that freakishly huge drawbridge?" Nicole scratches her head.
Anna cackles reassuringly, "There are up sides to having a cyborg as a friend, you know." She turns to Diya.
She claps her hands once and says, "Diya! Jump up there and lower the drawbridge!"
Diya makes no move to obey, and instead, sends a scathing glare at Anna. She responds, "I could, but I don't want to. You do it."
Before Anna can even give a single yelp of protest, Diya grabs her by the back of her collar and chucks her bodily over the battlements.


"WAAAAHHHHH!!! :D :D :D" Anna sails over the tall walls, screaming, "I'm gonna diiieeeeee! TEEHEE!"
But the Grim Reaper had no such luck this time. Anna lands on the soldier guarding the drawbridge, causing him to smack his head on the lever that held the door closed.
With an almighty creaking of the thick chains, the drawbridge slowly drops down in front of the group.
Anna leaps up, a bit dazed, but fine otherwise.


"Lucky throw," Catherine sneers.
Diya raises an eyebrow, "Of course." She shifts her hand towards her opposite sleeve, seems to think the better of it, and sighs.
"Well, we're in, let's go."

As everyone brushed themselves off, Diya’s acute cyborg senses detected what no one else’s could: a burnt odour in the creepy narrow alley, wafting all around them in thick, sickly, noxious, overpowering rolls of…you know what I mean.

Gradually, everyone started gagging and choking as their noses became attuned to the darkness. (Teehee.) That is, everyone but Maria. The poor smoker couldn’t tell that something was well past its expiration date.

Diya was the only one unaffected by the stench. Flipping a switch where her ear should be, she turned off her sense of smell. “This way,” called the technologically-advanced beast as she led the group away from the Great Stink.

Rounding the corner of the dark alleyway, everyone gasped at the sheer splendour of what lay before them: a massive, beautifully wrought iron gate, both ends attached to colossal, fluted columns. Beyond the vast archway sprawled an immense stretch of brilliant green, dotted here and there with neatly trimmed hedges, tinkling water fountains, and— the group looked upward— a towering stone palace, soaking in the light of the midday sun.

“YES!!!! YES!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is my new CASTLE!” shrieked Anna, twirling here, there, everywhere. “You are all going to become my MEENIONS!!!” she cackled, and scurried to the stone palace.

“Wowwwwwwww,” said Jessica, dumbstruck, as the remaining seven walked towards the palace.

John, equally dumbstruck, but not because of the scene before him, leans in eagerly to try and catch Jessica off-guard. Only to trip on something shiny on the ground.

“DUDE! NO WAY! A SWORD!!” exclaims Nicole, her face blubbering with delight and...flub. “I’m sooooo stoked! This thing is so much cooler than the ones I ordered online!”

From out of nowhere, Diya snatched the shimmering blade. “That’s mine,” she hissed, and slipped it into her sleeve.

“Diya, why do you have a sword up your sleeve? It’s not like OSA is a dangerous place, right?” Emily asked, meekly.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut.” And with that, Diya resumed her position at the front of the line.

At last! Catherine notes, chills going down her spine. I always knew Diya had been hiding something. Perhaps a crime in the past gone horribly wrong? Or maybe it reminds her of someone a thousand miles away. Gasp! Does she have repressed memories and feelings that are just beginning to resurface?! Or! Is Diya becoming more human?? Her brain furiously trying to come up with reasonably plausible explanations, Catherine starts to lag behind.

For some reason, I can't find where I put my iPod in my locker and was rummaging through my usually neat locker in search of the tiny blasted thing. I swear, Apple is making the shuffles smaller and smaller to make it easier to loose so you would have to go and buy another one. Then, the distinctly loud chaotic thuds of approximately six people tumbling down the stairs in the basement caught my attention and of course, I decided to abandon my search to investigate.
"MY HAIR!!"
Weird, that sounded strangely like Mr. Karas, but he doesn't have hair, so why would he ...
I peeked from the corner of the lockers and I see Mr.Karas holding something burnt in his hands. Inching over a little, I could see the mess of bodies at the foot of the stairs
"Mr. Karas, no offense or anything, but you never had hair in the first place." said a sheepish voice from under the pile.
"I just got a hair transplant, and now look at it, all of it had gone up in flames."
Mr.Karas got hair? I wonder how that had looked like.
"And I found this as the culprit." Mr.Karas held up a slightly smoldering cigarette looking butt and looked at the mound of students that now seemed very very nervous.
Time for me to back out of this mess. I tried to quietly slip away from this but Mr.Karas suddenly snapped his head towards me.
"Emily ..."
Ohcrapohcrap ... look for escape route, and conveniently enough, Mr. Ho's room is wide open and beckoning me to jump in and delve into its mysterious floorboards.
"I KNOW NOTHING!!!" I run into the room and managed to find to find the trap door as it swung open before I reached it.
*pause* pissed teacher or weird freaky trap door
I choose the trap door.
"Hey, wait for us!"
The door slammed shut.